The burning wall –
it seems ignited,
with ice, emitting smoke.
The cold biting through
skin;
his, mine,
ours.
For hours,
it has been.
Truth?
Not welcome!
Pretend’s an easy game,
why can’t he play?
Hushed moans,
silent whimpers.
No beating
can be heard.
Not even within walls,
these four corners,
Can love ever stand
still.
